Pieces

Try to put life into pieces

is that how it is lived

the past came back to me in pieces

just like a puzzle

I guess if you put me back together

piece by piece then I will be whole

I was to say again

but no the piece is to write it in a poem

is too impersonal

or perhaps personal

because the memories are great

they come from the divine

they are shining in thy eyes

what I have discovered words

won't recover

the place where I am

is no place at all

not divided by walls

no tale to tell

only tears of joy or tears of pain

hard to restrain

but there is a place which doesn't exist

is it here or amiss

lay me down

spread out throughout the ground

that is where you will find me

feed me breathe me trample me desire me

that is where to sear is to bear

one and all